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A little bunny girl sat on a ledge. She was looking down to the world below. The sun was just rising, the birds were chirping, the smell of the lilacs was thrilling to her exquisite nose. Her large ears could hear everything, from birds to the delicate butterflies just waking to greet the morning.

All of this should have been wonderful, but it wasn't. There was something dead inside her that refused to be reborn. She sighed and watched the sun coming up.

Her ears heard someone in the area. No one was supposed to be here at the university this early on a Sunday morning! She hoped that she wasn't spotted. She shouldn't have lingered. If she hurried, she might be able to accomplish what she was here for. She looked down the twenty stories to the lawn below. There was another person, dressed in a gray tweed jacket. Probably a professor here to do some classwork, she thought. With any luck he'd just keep walking and never notice her. He was probably a nice person, so she hoped it wasn't him that found her body after she jumped.

Her luck was always turning out for the worst. He stopped to sip his coffee and allowed his eyes to travel up the side of the building. As she later found out, he was watching the rays of the sun climb the stone walls like some kind of cosmic ivy. As the rays reached the top, he could see a form there that didn't belong. He shaded his eyes for a moment. He shook his head and walked into the building.

I'm that bunny girl. My life has always sucked. I was tired of it. I knew they rarely locked the doors in this building so I snuck in early in the morning. I had been sitting up here for hours trying to gather my courage to jump. It wasn't that I didn't have every reason to die. I was scared I might not succeed. Then I would have to deal with the pain and humiliation of surviving.

Now don't go telling my how being so young I had my entire life before me. When your whole life has sucked, what kind of thing is that to look forward to? I wondered who the gentleman was who spotted me perched up here. I wondered if I was going to hear the sounds of sirens soon. Then I would have to jump. I wasn't going to be taken down and tossed into an asylum again.

I nearly fell off the roof ledge when I heard the hinges on the access door screech open. I turned to see it swinging wide. A tan-furred hand carrying a coffee cup came through, followed by the rest of the body. It was the gentleman in the gray suit. He wasn't a rabbit, like me, but a puma. He looked at me and silently walked over to where I was. I started to say something to warn him away, but he put his finger to his mouth. He dropped his folders on the stones lining the roof and dropped his legs over the side of the ledge. He handed me his coffee cup. "Drink?"

"What is it?"

"I don't know really. These newer coffee shops have all kinds of names for a cup of Joe anymore. I think they called it a Macarena."

I couldn't help but snicker. I took the cup and swallowed a mouthful. "It's called a macchiato. And thanks"

He took the cup back and drank a swig. "Whatever. Life just throws too much at me for me to be able to keep up. In my day, it was just called coffee. If you wanted it sweet, you put in sugar, and if you wanted color, you added cream. If the day was going rough, you added brandy."

I looked at him to see if he was being serious. He pulled a shiny silver flask from the inner pocket of his tweed coat. "Here, you look like you could use some of this." He handed it to me.

"I can't drink this, I'm too young!"

He shrugged his shoulders and set it down behind me. "Too young? I'm not so stupid as to think that you aren't, yet here you are, ready to hurdle yourself to your doom. Am I right?"

I inched farther down the ledge. "Maybe. What's it to you?" I made as if to jump.

"Oh please, don't let me stop you. I'm only up here for the company. If that leaves, I guess I'll have to go back down and finish grading papers. It would be too bad. Here I thought I found a valuable conversationalist and a beauty queen all wrapped into one. My mistake."

"You mean that if I jumped, you wouldn't try to stop me?"

"I never stop people from doing things they've set their mind on. If it ends up a mistake, they learn from it. In your case however, success will be permanent. Since you're still here, I believe I am correct in assuming that you're not as set on it as you thought you were."

This guy was weird. "So if I jump, you'll just go back to doing whatever it is you do?"

"Yes, that's right."

"What if I don't?"

"Now that opens up a whole other book. Permit me to make a proposition to you. Allow me to show you things that you will miss otherwise if you die today. I will do my darnedest to guide you as best as I can. I will do my darnedest to cater to your every curiosity. You seem to think the world is against you. Sometimes that can be true. But the world hardly notices people like you and I. You will find that with the proper perspective, the world will spin on the end of your finger."

This gut was totally nuts! During his monolog I was watching his face. It was kind and expressive. He was a lot older than I was. That wasn't hard to do. I was only fifteen. His smile was genuine. I almost believed him. But I figured he was simply trying to get me off the ledge and somewhere where he could restrain me before calling the cops. I needed to ask him for something he wouldn't consent to. He looked respectable, so my choice of question was easy. "If you mean it, then I want to experience sex before I die." I had nothing to lose. Even if the impossible happened and he said yes, he had to be better than the braggarts at school. They were always trying to grab your breasts or your ass, all the while calling you a whore.

"Sex?" His question to mine wasn't as offended as I had hoped. "Don't you think that would be a better thing to experience with someone closer to your own age?"

"I doubt it. Why, can't you perform?"

He smiled again. "Oh, I think you'll find I can perform. Shall we do it up here, or do you have another place in mind?"

He had just called my bluff. I had to think fast. "Up here seems a little rough."

"My thoughts exactly. Shall we go down to my office? I often spend a great deal of time here, so you might find it furnished to your satisfaction."

I was torn. I suddenly had an opportunity to get laid before I died, and I was terrified by the prospect. I mean, this guy might rape me!

"I'm not forcing you, you know. You got into the building, I'm quite satisfied you'll find your way down, either by the stairs or with a gravity assist."

He was right. What did I have to lose? Well, yes, my virginity, but big deal. I was finding the thought of that kind of invigorating. He seemed nice enough. I gave him my answer before I could chicken out. "Sure. It might end up being fun."

He stood and lent a hand in pulling me from the ledge. I was filled with a sudden dread of heights. He pulled me onto the gravel before bending down to pick up his papers. "I'll need to do these sometime, but I think I'll have a few hours later. Shall we go down?" He stuck his arm out for me to grab.

This guy was so old fashioned. It was like he was from some other time period, the ones you read about in history books and cheap romance novels. He was; what was the word? Dapper. He didn't give you the impression of strength or being macho. He was very kind and gentle and quite confident in himself. I found it hard to believe that just moments ago I had been wishing for a quick death. Now he had my curiosity hooked.

His office was on the second floor. The name on the door said G. Marcus PhD. He fumbled with his keys until he got the door open. It swung into a cluttered study of books, specimens and files. I swore there was an inch of dust in some places. It was hardly the place for a romantic encounter.

He took off his hat and jacket and hung them on a stand. He motioned for me to do the same. "I'm sure this looks dismal and disturbing. It's what decades of dedication will get you. Come with me."

He moved to another door. This one was also locked. He found the key to it without any problem. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. I followed, my curiosity getting the best of me. If he was going to rape me, there was still the roof.

"I told you I lived here a lot." The room was well appointed. I found it difficult to believe that we hadn't just stepped through a portal to another time. There was a small decorative bed, comfortable chairs, a small old time refrigerator, a stove, a rack filled with wine bottles, a small table with candlesticks and wineglasses. I was lost in my amazement.

"You live here?"

"No young lady. But if I must be here, I wish to do so with style. Life is too short to live vicariously or poorly. I'm not often graced with visitors, and certainly no one with your charm and beauty has ever set foot inside my private sanctum."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "I'm not pretty."

"You are correct." I felt a little anger boiling up at his easy, offhand agreement. "I didn't say you were pretty. I said you were beautiful. There is a difference. Just like with your clothes. There is fashion and there is style. You must have a grasp of words to make them work for you instead of against you. Fashion is here today, gone tomorrow. Style is enduring. Therefore, I would have to remark that you are the embodiment of style."

"Do you mean it?" I asked meekly.

"Of course I do. Your form and the way you carry yourself has style. Beauty is many things. When you chose life over death, it was a thing of beauty. When I look into your eyes and see the lovely green irises, I see not only their lovely color, but the depths of the soul behind them. You have been conditioned to view the beauty we see with our eyes only. Turn out the light, and it's gone in the same moment. In the darkness, any woman can consider herself attractive."

I had to admit, this guy was smooth. He had just called me a woman. In school I was girl, or slut, or whore; any number of derogatory names. Every boy I went to school with was either trying to get into my pants by being vulgar or by pressuring me. Because I attracted so much attention, the girls hated me. Here he was passing out compliments without blinking and all I wanted to do was to die in his arms. Well, maybe die was not the word I wanted right now, but I hope you know what I mean.

I was speechless, so I walked around the room looking at all of the stuff in it. I finally found my composure and turned to him. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I am aware of that. However, only you can relieve me of my promise. Once I make a promise, I carry through with it to the best of my ability."

"You mean you really mean everything you say? I thought you were just being nice."

"Being nice and speaking the truth are not incompatible bedmates."

Bedmates. He said bedmates. Damn, I was getting horny. Here I was all alone with this guy, this G. Marcus, in a quiet little place no one would ever find me. I began shaking I was so nervous, but in the end I got myself under control. How could I be nervous now when I was ready to jump off the top of a building just moments before? Now that I was confronted with the reality of getting laid by someone decent, I didn't know what to do. I stammered a little and turned, unbuttoning my blouse. He stopped me.

"A gentleman always comes to the aid of a lady." He stepped forward and took over, carefully unbuttoning my top with nimble fingers. I watched him as he finished them down to the last ones, where he was obliged to pull my blouse loose from being tucked into my jeans. He made the job easier by undoing the snap on my pants, exposing the shirt and the waistband of my panties. He slipped the blouse off of my shoulders and laid it across a chair. I was wondering how well he would handle my bra. I got teased because I was well endowed. A lot of girls were pissed because I had the biggest set around. They never believed me when I told them I wished they were smaller. It was the truth. All the boys saw were your tits when you walked by.

He leaned in and kissed my nose, ran his hands down my ears and across my shoulders before proceeding down the middle of my back. His kiss to my nose moved to my lips, and in that moment, I never even felt my bra snaps come undone. All I felt was my chest come free from its restrictions. His hands moved around to the front and make little circles across my nipples. They were suddenly so hard they hurt!

He stepped back and smiled. "I see the lady likes it so far." He unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing tan chest hair shot through with gray. His arms were surprisingly buff for an old professor type. So was his chest. I have expected to see a little flab, but whatever this guy did in his spare time, sitting around eating nachos and watching television wasn't high on his list.

He slipped off his loafers and kicked them under the bed. I struggled with mine until they were off, doing the same; kicking them under the bed. He undid his belt, then his zipper, pulling down his gray trousers and tossing them aside. The last thing was his boxers. I could already see a bulge there, and waited with anticipation to see the real thing.

I had a brother, so I knew what a cock looked like. But seeing one with which I was going g to be getting up close and personal with was another thing. I could feel the dampness oozing out onto my panties. Any other time I would have been embarrassed. For some reason, I wasn't. He finished his strip tease by removing his shorts. He had a cock that was way larger than my brothers, surrounded by the same salt and pepper hair that covered his chest. I shook with expectancy.

He held out his hand and took me by mind and stood me by edge of the bed, He kneeled down and using both hands pushed my jeans off of my hips. Once they were to my knees, he returned to my hips and dug his fingers into the waistband and rolled them down to join my pants. I could feel his breath on my crotch as he came forward. He kissed my belly and worked my pants down even more. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance and then stepped out of them. I shivered in my nakedness.

His face was in my soft bunny-fur crotch hair. I could feel him inhaling deeply. "You are so young and fresh. Death would have been wasted on one such as you." His hands moved to my ass as he gently tipped me backwards. I sat on the edge of the mattress while he pulled his hands loose, over my thighs and to my knees. He pushed them apart. I caught on and spread them wide.

I had never had anyone this close to my private space before. I was wondering what he was doing when his mouth connected with my cunt. His tongue came out and split my lips apart like a knife through butter. My legs shot out for a moment, but as I relaxed they fell against the sides of the bed like they were suddenly paralyzed. I was in heaven.

He must have done this before, to know just the right spots to work over. My clit, which I found to be embarrassingly big (check online, if you don't know what I mean) was putty in his mouth. He sucked on it until I was raking the bed with my nails. Then he lowered his gentle attack to my hole, lapping up the juices flowing like an almighty river. I got so absorbed that I barely flinched when his tongue tickled my ass. It wasn't that it didn't feel good, only that I thought it was a rather dirty place to be playing. He managed to drive that thought from my head when he invaded its confines with his probing tongue.

He slid a finger into my moistened cunt and played with my bunghole for what seemed like a pleasant eternity. When he was finished playing, I got the impression it was time for the real thing. He lifted my legs onto the bed, moved me to the middle and climbed in on top. My head was fuzzy and my heart was pounding furiously. On top of that, my vision was blurry. I was almost completely out of it.

I felt his hand on mine. He lifted it up until it came in contact with something warm and hard. I knew it was his cock. I gripped it, not knowing what I was expected to do. He shifted his weight and climbed up the bed, towards my face. I got the idea. I had never had any notion what sucking a cock was like, but after the way he made me feel, I figured I owed him something. Opening my mouth, I licked the end, tasting his saltiness. I could feel him grip the headboard, so I felt obliged to go all the way. I sucked the end into my mouth, running my tongue over it like it was a piece of candy.

He pushed in gently, working it in an out with practiced patience. I puckered my lips and wetted it down with my tongue. He was groaning. I was trying not to gag. It wasn't that it was bad, it was just not something that came easily for me. As I relaxed, it went in deeper, touching the back of my throat before I choked. He thankfully pulled out and stopped. "I guess it takes some practice, and you'll have plenty of time for that."

He lowered himself down on top of me, spreading my legs. I was ready to go. He smiled and gave me a kiss. "The point of no return is now. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just don't wait and don't ask me again." I was afraid I'd change my mind. He pressed himself against me, wrapping me in his arms. There was a tenderness here that no one had ever shown me before. I could feel his hardness on top of my crotch. I wiggled a little, ready for him to get going before I chickened out.

"Patience young one. You want things to be over too quickly. Youth is wasted when you don't take the time to enjoy the wonders than you can. You will never be this age ever again. You may never be right here again, with me. Let's not waste it by rushing."

He was rubbing his cock up and down my crack, lingering at times at the entrance. I caught on that he was spreading my natural juices to increase the slipperiness, but each time he moved away, my heart skipped a beat. One of these times I was just going to push him in. But when he started sucking on my nipples, I forgot all about it.

I knew they were sensitive. I padded by bras, by no means because I needed the extra size, but because my nipples were constantly hard from rubbing against the material. In the shower, I would lather them up and caress and pinch them. I think the only reason I never came during these times was that I was too freaked out about making a scene and falling down. With my luck, everyone in the house would hear and come running. How embarrassing would that be? But I often stayed under the running water, playing with them and fantasizing about sex with my favorite celebs.

His mouth was far superior to anything I could ever manage to do with my fingers. He sucked one in between his lips and twirled his tongue around the tips, setting off a volt of electric that brought me off the bed. As I did, his cock caught in my hole, pressing his head in just slightly. In that instant I wanted the whole thing in. I pushed up and drove him in. There was a moment of pain before I felt his hot member part the inner folds of my body. I grabbed a hold of him tightly and sighed.

He lifted my legs, shoving them towards the headboard. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, then relaxed my legs so that they were laying against his chest. He had an ankle in each hand and used them to pull my ass off the bed. From time to time he'd lean forward, humping my body like the little bunny I was. He had more energy than I would have given him credit for, considering his age. But what did I know? I assumed an awful lot in my short life.

He was panting heavily. I could feel his breath on my toes as he pounded away. I was trying to ignore it, since my feet were devilishly tickly. When he shifted positions and gripped me by my feet, I thought I would die. But the sensations his fingers created were not what I was used to. They did manage to send shivers up my spine, all the way to the back of my skull. Somewhere along the way they triggered a tsunami of pleasure that rocked my interior. The result was a wave of pleasure that swept through me and came flooding out to lube his wonderful cock and from there to spill out onto his bed.

He could feel me cumming, that much I knew, for he slowed down his movements until I finished. Once I was done, he resumed with a vengeance. I was being held in a limbo of pleasure. Now that I had gotten off, I was ready to be done, but he kept me on the edge for the next thirty minutes. I thought guys just blew their wad and were done.

Not him.

By the time he came, I was sore. It wasn't a bad kind of sore, but I knew that I wouldn't be walking straight for a while. Each thrust into my body was a powerful punch of sensations. He was long enough with his cock to rub the entrance to my womb. I could feel it with each grinding pass he made. When he picked up the tempo, I knew the ride was about over. He drilled me like I was the last female on earth. I hung on to him while he pounded my senseless. I tried to fight the oncoming orgasm. I didn't think I'd live through it.

I cried out as it took me. The first one was wonderful; this second one was monstrous. I'll tell you right now I've never had another one like it since. I started shaking like a leaf, and my head jerked from side to side. My arms began flailing of their own accord. My toes curled up and my feet began to cramp. When it snapped, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I probably would have caused people to call the police had I not been holed up inside a building far from prying ears.

He was hanging onto my legs with an iron grip, refusing to be dislodged from his spot. He finally spread my legs and dropped on top of me. He pinned my arms and continued his internal intrusion with more gusto than I've ever seen since. I felt like he was trying to split me into two halves. Then I felt his cock tighten up, and the rush of his fluids splattered the walls of my cunts like a thick coat of paint.

He fell on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder, while his heaving chest rubbed my nipples into a frenzy. It was like this guy oozed sexuality. I was trembling, shaking, writhing, groaning; I seemed to be going multiple directions at once. His cock was still pulsating inside me. I wanted to hang onto to him for the rest of my life and never let go. My mind told me to quit being stupid, but my heart told me I had found love.

He lay there with me for quite a while. When he got up, it was to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Here. Let's drink to discovery! For me, I have discovered that forbidden relations are every bit as wonderful as they make them out to be. What about you?"

I was sitting up on an elbow, sniffing the red liquid in the glass. I had never had wine before. "What you said works for me. There's nothing like someone saving you from death to then turn around and try to kill you with sex. I think that when the time comes, that will be my preferred method."

His eyes went up. "You're not planning on doing that anytime soon are you?"

I drank the wine and lay back down. "Depends. Would you like to give it another try now?"

His eyes lit up brightly. "Yes I would. On the other hand, I'm not as young as I once was. If the lady has no pressing plans for the day, might I beg a reprieve before we engage ourselves again?"

The wine was good and I had no one that would miss me right away. "Have it your way. But I intend to stay right here until you're ready. I think a wise man like you has plenty that he can teach me!"